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The Obama Presidency

My phone buzzed as I sat listening to a Mariachi group at my mother in law’s birthday party. I looked down to a text from my sister, asking if I had heart about the attacks unfolding back home in the States. As I learned of the mall stabbing spree in Minnesota, and the bombs in…

I’ve seen poverty abroad. I’ve seen four-year-olds running between stopped cars on an eight-lane avenue, begging for money. I’ve seen a mother with a baby strapped to her back, sitting in the hot sun selling gum for a few precious pesos a day. I’ve seen the shacks that pass for houses. I’ve seen Central American…

My father told me the story of a young student facing an assignment in class. The task? Write an essay answering the following question: “What is courage?” The young man completed the assignment … with just two words. “This is.” And that was it. Sometimes the most powerful statements are those that use the fewest…

What will it take to conjure up a serious, un-forced reaction from this president? Or perhaps more realistically, what will it take for people to realize that this president’s lethargic responses time and again, just might MEAN something?

I grew up thinking it was a no-brainer. No qualifier, no asterisk, no nothing. A human is a human is a human. But last Tuesday, as I watched presidential candidates asked to actually choose between “Black Lives Matter” and “All Lives Matter,” I realized that it’s not that simple anymore. To an increasing number of…

I’ll tell you all what’s a great deal of fun. Diaper blowouts before I’ve even finished my morning coffee. You know what’s even more fun? Diaper blowouts before I’ve even finished my morning coffee, AND an email from my editor letting me know that a disclaimer was added to my piece on TheBlaze, because it…